DHL lyrics

[Intro]
(Project, p-project, project)
Yeah, let's go (Yeah)
Come on (Yeah)
You know they workin' with Molly

[Verse]
I get them racks in and I'm hitting that dope
Packs in, like b*tch you're froze
I'm always knowing why you doing the most
You only win when you doing the most
Can't settle 'round like these lame ass bums
He just gotta' trust gang and talk 'bout the gun
These b*tches so broke, can't even buy themselves gum
(That sh*t sad)
I've been countin' up, I need a new thumb
Got a bad b*tch, say she got a bubble butt
Cappin' me, yeah, you're my son and sun
Pray to the sky, every Sunday Sun
Thank the Lord, that am one of one
Try to copy, but I be catchin' on
Place 'em up, like a f*cking couch crumb
That's what they is, dummy
I is what I'm 'posed to be
I get it bigger than locally
Can't settle 'round just smoking weed
Y'all n*ggas at it, like totally
My stats goin' up globally
I'm rocking Rick, on my toe, elite
Yeah, but not now, no
Yeah, these n*ggas can't understand
How I count, all these bands
I'm heatin' up, go get a fan
My taste exquisite, never bland
And I keep going green, like I'm a branch (Yeah)
(Like I'm a branch)
And if you see her with me, just know she stamped
Yeah, like, that's my profit, uh
And your b*tch so annoying, she a walkin' cramp (Shut the f*ck up)
She a walkin' tramp
Say he want some Molly, yeah, I'm tan like sand (Tan like sand)
And these b*tches green, like green eggs and ham
(Like damn, all these b*tches so burned out)
If we catch yall talkin', y'all get blammed (Bow-bow)
That sh*t wraps like saran wrap
But talk 'em down, he a dead man
Y'all wallet full of them bands, man
His pockets empty, I dipped 'em
Can't even pay your own rent
Live with his Momma like, he Freddy, Benson (Hold up)
You ain't gotta tell me sh*t, I've been up
(n*gga, I been up)
[Outro]
Been up
Go get some
n*gga, go get some